The man outside the door was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect that Sister Meng's identity has not only changed, but her temperament has also changed greatly."
Another acquaintance? Meng Eqi waved helplessly, and the palace maid stepped forward to open the door.
Maybe it was the moment when the moonlight was too dazzling tonight and the door was pushed open. Meng Qiqi felt that her eyes were stinging with bursts of pearly jewels. The woman stood at the door full of wealth, with an arrogant expression, the Baocui on her head and the Huazhang on her body were exquisitely exquisite, and there was a sound of pearls and jade colliding with the slightest movement of her footsteps.
Meng Eqi already had a guess in her heart at that moment. Knowing Meng Yong's identity can be so disrespectful, except for the Meng family's own people, or someone more powerful than Meng Yong.
In short, the visitor is a guest, please come in again.
The woman made people wait outside, and walked in with a arrogant gait, looked around, and pursed her lips slightly, "How come it looks more spacious than the house I live in."
Meng Eqi's face darkened: "What on earth are you here for?"
Only then did the woman turn to look at Meng Eqi. She was about the same age as Meng Yong, but she was covered in jewels and emeralds. Although she was gorgeous and impermanent, she finally added a bit of oldness.
"Sister Meng doesn't remember me?" The woman smiled and sat opposite Meng Qiqi: "Back then, when we were not married, we studied together at Qinghe Academy. At that time, we liked to go in and out together, and they were sisters who had a very good relationship. Sister. Can not remember?"
Meng Qiqi was careful in Meng Yong's memory, and the woman couldn't wait to continue: "That's right, Sister Meng is now your empress. After entering the palace silently, we have not seen each other for eight years. It's possible that my sister doesn't remember me."
Meng Eqi was very confused by her words, and she looked at the two palace maids around her. These two palace maids were brought out of the palace. They knew nothing about Meng Yong's boudoir, so they could only bow their heads.
As a result, Meng Eqi didn't even know who the woman in front of her was. We can only chat one after another: "Jutan Temple is an important place of Buddhism, and the characters are divided into high and low. Under the eyes of the gods, don't mention the identity."
The woman smiled. She looked around and said, "What's the matter with these monks? The fasting room doesn't even prepare some tea." After that, she turned her head and asked the maids who were guarding the door to go to the monks to ask for tea and cakes.
When the tea came, she poured a cup for Meng Qiqi herself, she leaned slightly closer to Meng Qiqi, and frowned suddenly: "Meng Qiqi has been drinking?" Then she smiled knowingly: "It seems that the palace is really a wonderful place , can make a person's temperament change greatly, even Sister Meng, who used to be a drinker, has now begun to learn to drink for others to have fun. Anyway, today we are all trapped in this mountain, and we should not drink wine, so we Substitute tea for wine and have a good chat with my sister."
Meng Qiqi watched her raise her head and drank the tea, speechless in her heart. Hey, hey, who wants to have a good chat with you, I want to rest, okay
Not knowing the identity of the other party, nor the name, Meng Eqi really had no idea when she talked to her. After thinking about it, it's better to talk about it first. She touched the edge of the tea cup and asked casually, "How have you been recently? Should your husband treat you very well?"
The woman's expression suddenly became very subtle, and her eyes flashed: "Sister Meng, don't you know? My husband Yingwuhou died of illness last year. I'm now—" She paused and smiled : "It's a widow."
Meng Eqi shuddered and quickly explained: "I didn't mention your sadness on purpose, but..."
"Sad thing?" The woman interrupted her, covering her lips and smiling softly: "Sister, what are you kidding me, Marquis Yingwu is three rounds older and I can be my grandfather's person. When I married him, it was just a matter of watching. His first wife died early, and he had few sons. It's a pity that I have been through the family for six or seven years, and my stomach is not good enough, and I didn't conceive a child. Fortunately, after his death, the Zhuangzi and fields left behind are also mine. Yes, I won't have to worry about it for the rest of my life. In general, I've had a pretty good life."
She was so frank, but Meng Eqi didn't know what to do.
The woman drank the tea and thought about it: "I remember that before I got married, Sister Meng came to give me a ride, how come I don't remember it now? The fief of Yingwu Marquis was far away in Chongzhou, I thought I was I will never see you again after this marriage. I never thought that since he passed away last year, I would have the opportunity to return to the capital again."
Seeing that Meng Eqi was about to hide it, he could only lower his voice and whispered close to her: "Actually, I will not hide from you, I went to the mountains and autumn hunting with Your Majesty before. I don't remember the past clearly. The memory is always piece by piece, I didn't want to be with you at first, and it's not a good thing, but I saw you and I knew some things before, so I'll tell you to listen. "
The woman was slightly surprised: "So that's the case? Is that elder sister in better shape now? If you are doing Qiu Hunting well, you will encounter such a thing, which makes people afraid."
Meng Eqi followed her words and said, "Yes, but the imperial doctor will gradually recover. Maybe you remind me now, it will help my memory recovery."
The woman gave a clear 'oh': "Okay, then where do I start." The woman pondered for a while: "My name is Liu Lingyun, do you remember this sister?"
Meng Qiqi nodded as if pounding garlic: "Remember."
Liu Lingyun, the name is so familiar... She should have seen it in Meng Yong's life before coming here, but she can't remember exactly what it was. It's so annoying... I knew that I had read Meng Yong's life records seriously at that time.
Liu Lingyun hesitated for a moment: "You also forgot about the incident with your sister about Mo?"
"What's the matter?"
Liu Lingyun opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't speak. Only said: "Three years ago, I returned to the capital from Chongzhou once, in order to ask the emperor for Yingwu to ask the emperor to return to Chongzhou to treat him. At that time, when I visited the palace, I also visited Sister Meng. Before Sister Meng got married, although she was not a slick person, she was full of the girl's tenderness. But when I saw my sister three years ago, I felt that she was much haggard and sighed every day. Even we When I met him, I became very sad. At that time, I asked my sister why she was so worried, but she just shook her head and said nothing. I guessed it was because of His Majesty. But later I heard that my sister was because she couldn’t I was worried about childbirth, this matter was too private, so I didn’t ask much at the time, but now I want to ask my sister, can this matter be resolved?”
Meng Qiqi was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Meng Yong is actually infertile? How could it be, why was Zhou Yuli born to Meng Yong? This is true and false, in the end who is the truth
A flash of light flashed in Meng Qiqi's mind, and she suddenly began to look carefully at the Liu Lingyun in front of her. She was wearing a dress that was fashionable in the capital, and her rouge was newly applied. Less than a year after her husband, Marquis Yingwu, died, she was already dressed up and playing around. Meng Eqi wrote down all the characteristics of this person, and said, "How can I be better in such a thing? After all, let the imperial doctor take care of it. Whether it can or cannot be done depends on the future."
Liu Lingyun nodded, and his expression gradually became less arrogant than before, and he started chatting with Meng Eqi. Neither an affirmative answer nor a denying answer. The further back, the more Meng Qiqi doubted Liu Lingyun's intentions, and finally Meng Qiqi was exhausted, so Liu Lingyun left.
After she left, Meng Qiqi asked the maid next to her, "Why does this person, Marquis Yingwu, have no impression on this palace?"
The palace maid replied: "Marquis Yingwu lives in the fief all the year round, and is not allowed to return to Beijing on non-important days. This generation of Marquis Yingwu has no son, and I heard that the clan on Marquis Yingwu is thinking of adopting a young master from a side branch to inherit the title of marquis under his name. Although Marquis Yingwu has become more powerless and powerless in recent years, he is just an empty hat. But in the end, the dead camel is bigger than a horse, and Marquis Yingwu still has two troops stationed abroad."
Another palace maid pursed her lips and continued, "Mrs. Yingwu doesn't seem to really love Marquis Yingwu like that. I'm afraid she only thinks about how to divide his remaining fields."
Meng Qiqi had heard enough of the gossip, and then stopped her in a timely manner: "Okay, no more. I'm still tired if you don't sleep, so turn off the lights and take a rest."
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In the middle of the night, layers of mist began to fill the mountains. The cold wind stirred the pine forest, and there were bursts of waves. From the distant mountains, the voice of the night owl came, long and long.
When everyone in Jiutan Temple fell asleep, someone secretly pushed open the door of a fasting room and walked in.
"It's so late," Liu Lingyue, wearing a thin gauze with a splendid bellyband of hibiscus, leaned on the table, winked slightly, and her attitude was lazy: "I thought you didn't dare to come tonight. ."
"How could that be?" Li Yushu's delicate eyebrows and eyes were plated with a warm, jade-like light under the candlelight. He shook the cold dew off his clothes: "I just have to wait until it's late at night before I dare to come."
Liu Lingyue wrapped around his shoulders like a snake, and was shivered by the cold air on Li Yushu's body, she dipped into the person's arms tenderly: "I did what you asked me to do, but I had to bite the bullet. I'm so stuck on this mountain now, how are you going to compensate me?"
Li Yushu smiled and pulled her off her body: "There are still many hours in the long night. Let's talk about how you asked her first. Does she have any doubts?"
Liu Lingyue snorted reluctantly and sat on the chair next to her: "She has always been stupid, so how could she doubt it? But you guessed it right, her memory is really messed up, and I don't even know if I'm married or not. I remember. When I treated her like that, and now she can still smile and talk to me, it seems that either she has lost her memory, or she is playing tricks."